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The gun goes cat-a-tat-tat.

Adorable murder weapon

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Guacamole

Half a tomato, 3 avocados, half a lime, lemon juice, garlic, onions

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“Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better.” - Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer

via @the-book-diaries

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“Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.” - Margaret Atwood, Late Night

via @love-diaries

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“It is not enough to have a good mind; the main thing is to use it well.”

— Rene Descartes

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Words

Brain bound, mouth gagged

I can feel everything without even spilling one secret.

Though, recently

I can feel the ooze beginning to spill from between my fingertips,

Willing my lips to part,

Though parting is always in vain.

I have been choking too long,

Knowing that if I let this filth forth

I would be choking others too,

Willing my slender fingers around their throats,

Ending their awkward backlash, frightened whispers, and detrimental disdain.

For my superiority may be a false sense

But I can smell stupidity a mile away.

#poets on tumblr #art #poem #poetry #writing #artist #oh well #poet #writer #writers #long #late night #bipolar #? #silence #words #read #proud poet

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There’s a hole in my heart

Leaking a sensation that travels slowly towards my spine

Leaking down towards my feet

Simultaneously towards my head

First, it hits my feet, stopping me in my tracks

I can’t move, I can’t speak, I can barely lift my head to look and make sure

There is a god still watching over me

Slowly my feet begin to twitch

And the sensations spread to my legs

My stomach

My pained fingers.

These sensations spread until these small movements shift me into a fetal position

As I left, so my body yearns to go back in.

The last affected is my mind, and I can audibly sense my whole world coming to a stop.

I hate this feeling, I wish I could kill it, grab my pillow and smother it until it stopped breathing or spoke it’s submission,

But how can you kill something that is not living

Break it off at its source?

But let’s be honest, it’s scientifically impossible to hold your breath long enough to feel better.

#art #poets on tumblr #poem #poetry #writing #artist #poet #writer #writers

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Fixed the typos lmao

Catharsis

It’s quite strange how,

Though you’ve screamed,

Though you’ve fought,

Though you’ve clawed your way

Into the noise that presents itself as love,

And given your all to turn that noise into song,

At the end of the day, all you hear is

silence.

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I don't make promises I can't keep Which is why I won't make promises ever And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends That's going to be the header

Milo, (Folk-Metaphysics)

#quote #music #rap #milo #self growth #folk metaphysics

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Catharsis

It’s quite strange how,

Though you’ve screamed,

Though you’ve fought,

Though you’ve clawed your way

Into the noise that presents itself as love,

And given your all to turn that noise into song,

At the end of the day, all you hear is

silence.

#poem #poety #poet #spilled thoughts #alone #hope #writer #writers #writer community #poets on tumblr #art #artist #long night #silence #live with it

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With patchy beard and bushy eyebrows, Staring, Gives face to the laughter in my heart, Lifeless, With hues of deep blue and bright copper, Emotions, Expressed through artists hands intertwined over clay, And given life through the gentle attentions of imagination.

#art #clay #artfestival #paint #norway #like #littlethings #poetry #writing #poet #poem #poetic #poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #poets corner #poetry community #writer #writer community #thoughts #writers of tumblr #tumblr writing community #tumblr writers

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“I began to understand that there were certain talkers–certain girls–whom people liked to listen to, not because of what they, the girls, had to say, but because of the delight they took in saying it. A delight in themselves, a shine on their faces, a conviction that whatever they were telling about was remarkable and that they themselves could not help but give pleasure. There might be other people–people like me–who didn’t concede this, but that was their loss. And people like me would never be the audience these girls were after, anyway.” - Alice Munro, Too Much Happiness

via @quotespile

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Material Please!

I am looking to begin writing poetry based on photographs provided by you! If you would like to see a poem written for a photo of you, a loved one, a beautiful landscape, or even an inanimate object, submit them to me and I will do my best!

#poem #poetry #art #artist #writers #writing #author #photo #photography #love #live #landscape #portrait #collab #college #submit #entries

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It.

Maybe I should kill myself?

It Smiles.

But not today, never today.

It laughs.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poem #poems #art #writer #writing #late night #early morning #sleepless #work #thoughts #bed #sleep #dark #suicide #its okay #depression

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J

We all deserve a second chance,

Not even me.

#poetry #poem #random #poets on tumblr #art #artist #short #meaningless #meaningful #second chance #writing #writers

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Fog in the Woods by Jerdess

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Everyone wants to be right. And they are willing to fight to death for it. Is it worth it? Where art thou, humanity?